Lin Miao was a little nervous, and the doctor said in a gentle voice, "Young master is not well, don't take him out to get a hair dryer, you know?"
Lin Miao asked softly, "Is it okay to walk in the room? Don't go out to get a hair dryer."
"That's ok. But you also pay attention to safety. You can't be held responsible for falling someone."
Lin Miao nodded. When she came out, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't hit her. It was okay.
In the past, every time the teacher asked her to go to the office, she had to beat her palm and let her take the pointer, which made her especially afraid of being called aside to chat by adults.
The young master went to bed, and Lin Miao was reading a book in her own room by herself. She was a little scared. She had younger brothers and mothers at home, picking up firewood and mushrooms, and having little friends, so she was not suitable for being alone.
So, sneaking into the young master's room with the language book and pen secretly.
He is still sleeping.
Lin Miao sat on the ground, reading and recognizing characters while waiting for the young master to wake up.
Lin Miao hadn't touched books much. From the first lesson, "Our Ethnic Primary School", these were all covered by the teacher.
She didn't want to read books at all, but she promised her mother that she would read books, so she must read them.
Lin Miao spelled out the new word lightly, but did not say a word, and then wrote it down again.
In their current textbooks, some new words have pinyin, but most of them have no pinyin.
Lin Miao didn't know many words, so she remembered that she forgot to take the dictionary her mother bought for her.
"What are you doing? Cough cough..." At this time, a voice came from above.
Lin Miao looked up and saw the young master woke up. Lin Miao was a little shy and said, "I'm studying."
At this time, the young master also saw the new words and pinyin written in her notebook, restrained his smile, and said, "Come here."
When Lin Miao came to him, the young master took her textbook and said, "You're in the third grade, it's pretty good."
Lin Miao nodded, thinking that he was sick and must have never been to school, so he said humbly, "No, I don't know much about it, it's not for study."
The young master was serious and looked at the text in her textbook, "Is it the one with the horizontal line below that can't read?"
Lin Miao nodded embarrassedly.
The young master said, "Come here a little bit."
Lin Miao leaned in front of him, the young master held her pen in his handsome hand, then pointed at her and drew a horizontal line, and said, "This word, Nianrong."
Lin Miao read along, "Rong."
"You read this sentence again." The young master pointed to the whole sentence with her shabby pen.
"From the trails of... pompom flowers and sunflowers, there are... many elementary school students." Lin Miao read, she stuttered a bit.
The young master pointed to the word "velvet" again.
Lin Miao read it out accurately.
The young master said, "You write the pinyin on it, and you won't forget it later."
Lin Miao blushed and took the pen from the young master, but only wrote an r.
Seeing her blushing, the young master took the pen and added "ong." behind the slightly crooked r.
The letters of the young master are beautifully written, forming a sharp contrast with the previous r.
Lin Miao's face turned even redder, and she regretted not writing properly.
The young master pointed the pen to himself and wrote out the pinyin, and said, "r.ong, velvet."
Lin Miao quickly followed.
Then he started the next word that was lined by Lin Miao.
Two people taught one by one in this way, and the first text was smoothed out at once.
Lin Miao began to read to the young master. Her voice was very energetic and cadenced, which made people feel in a good mood.
For the first time, Lin Miao discovered that reading and studying can also be a very happy thing.
In the evening, grandma came back and had dinner with grandma, and the young master went back to his own room.
Lin Miao also knew that the young master must have fallen asleep again.
Because what my mother said, going to bed after a full meal is not good for your health, she always thought so.
So, she quickly slipped in and found that the young master was lying on the bed again.
Lin Miao went to pull him, and found that he still didn't know what to call him.
The young master was called by the housekeeper and the doctor, and she didn't want to call him that.
Xiaoyu was called by grandma and his mother.
They asked her to call him brother. Lin Miao is not a feisty person, arguing with her younger brother is purely for fun.
So, Lin Miao thought for a while, and called him softly, "Brother, go to sleep later, okay?"
Lin Miao's voice was originally soft, but when it was lowered, it became even softer.
The young master was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and saw her eyes shining brightly at him, and said with special anticipation, "Brother, brother, let's go to see the stars. The sun is so big during the day today, and there must be a lot of stars at night."
The young master wanted to say that he didn't want to wake up, but he was still pulled up by Lin Miao.
The young master's ears were red and he didn't speak.
Lin Miao thinks that the word brother is really nice. She doesn't have a brother, so she hasn't called anyone else's brother.
The doctor said that it's fine if you don't blow the wind, so Lin Miao dragged the young master to the window sill, and found that there were thousands of lights outside, but half a star could not be seen.
Lin Miao didn't feel depressed, but she realized that the outside of her brother's window was so beautiful.
She had never seen such a beautiful night.
The young master originally thought she was disappointed because there were no stars in the sky, and then heard her say, "It's so beautiful here."
The young master found that Shui Shui was completely different in front of him and in front of others. When she was eating, she was very gentle and didn't talk much to people, but in front of him, she was always the type of talkative. what to say.
Lin Miao was still saying, "Brother, let me tell you a story."
At home, on summer evenings, she and her brother would enjoy the coolness under the pear tree in the yard, and they would tell stories to their brother under the stars.
The young master wanted to know what story she was going to tell, so he said, "Tell it."
"On a rainy night," Lin Miao had just said a sentence, and she remembered what happened next. It was a story about an old witch who was eating children being electrocuted. Lin Miao stopped. This story was given to her by her friend. The scary stories she told were not suitable for the young master, for fear of scaring him.
Then she realized that her stories were all stories told by her friends to scare children in the village by adults in the village. They were not suitable for the young master. What should I do if I scare him
So, I said a little embarrassedly, "I forgot what was behind."
The young master believed it. After all, she had a bad memory, and he had seen it during the day.
"Then tell me about your school," the young master said.